9.8.2016: She Doesn’t Know

She Doesn’t Know

She was late. I could have dismissed it but then I wouldn’t be me. I sipped my wine enjoying the unique flavor. The fireplace crackled behind me and the rain thrummed against the windows. There was a romantic dinner planned but each moment that she was late took us further from the plan. I heard a car pull into the driveway and I knew that it was her. That distinctive sound that was attached to her car was the only indicator I needed. I took another drink and swirled the wine impatiently.

The door opened and shuffling feet moved across the hardwood floor. I shifted getting even more comfortable. When she walked into the room she paused seeing my intense gaze. Her eyes shifted to the clock above my head and then back to my face. Nervously, she fiddled with a strand of loose hair that kept falling onto her forehead.

“Hey.” She finally greeted me.

“Hello.” I kept my greeting short. If I let her stew, she’d do more damage than I ever could.

“I’m sorry I’m late. There was more work than I thought and I lost track of…”

“I’m glad to see you’re alive.” I took another sip of wine waiting.

“I know I should have called but…”

“Is it still pouring raining outside?” I knew the answer but my question implied more than I was willing to say.

“It is and I’m sorry. I know you were probably worried because I didn’t call…”

“Strip.” The command came out more even than I felt. I wanted to shake her for worrying me and that thought was enough to let me know that I needed more time before I touched her.

“Yes, Sir.”

The white shirt that was wet and clingy to her curves was unbuttoned with nervous fingers. She knew I was angry. It was more than about the dinner. She’d not followed the rules once again. Her safety was my number one concern. The fact that I’d called her but it went straight to voicemail and she was unaware, tells me that she hadn’t bothered with her phone since who knows when. Unacceptable.

Bra and shirt removed, she moved on to her slacks and panties. I watched as she removed each item slowly making sure to tease me as she went. She was good at remembering things like this. It was for me and that translated into important for her. Things like her wellbeing came as an afterthought. That’s why it bothered me more than one would assume. She didn’t yet understand her value. Every time it made me want to strangle the bastards before me that didn’t make her believe in herself.

She left her shoes and thigh highs in place. “Sir, should I keep these on or take them off as well?”

I swallowed the last of my burgundy spirit and placed my glass back on the table. Standing, I made my way over to where she stood. Her eyes lowered waiting for my next instruction. I wrapped my hand around her throat holding her securely and backed her against the wall. Her eyes glazed and I knew her full attention was exactly where I needed. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She was afraid yet aroused by the act. She knew that I’d never hurt her but I needed her to understand me fully. Her attention was required.

I spoke directly into her ear using my body to pin hers into place. “I don’t think you understand just how precious you are.”

A lone tear slid down her face and she closed her eyes shielding herself from me. “I’d rather spend my time ravishing your body instead of wondering if you’re wrapped around a tree. I bet you didn’t realize your cell phone is dead.”

“No.” She’d tried to move her head, forgetting my hold, but I held steady preventing movement.

“What if something would have happened to my girl? How would you have let me know?”

She inhaled air through her nose and it was shaky. I knew she was moments from breaking and I planned to take her there. It was time.

“You are mine and I need you to act like it. You’ll do that for me. Take care of my girl, won’t you?”

She opened her eyes, turning her head, which I allowed, and looked at me. Some of the biggest tear drops I’d ever seen rained down her face. “Sir, I’m so sorry.”

I kissed her silencing her apologies. My right hand gripped her hip while the left held her in place. She relaxed into my hold and kissed me hungrily. Maybe, this time, she’d understand what her life meant to me even if she couldn’t place value on it for herself. One step at a time. Concern for her safety was overshadowed by relief and the brewing passion between us.

I picked her up and took her to the rug that lay near the fireplace, close enough to feel the heat but far enough away to avoid any danger. Unbroken, our kiss continued making the fire envious of the heat we created. Her hands were on either side of my face holding me to her. My hands were all over her body at once. Feeling, touching, stroking, caressing, pulling, and teasing her until she was a pent up ball of need waiting for release. The cries from her were exhausted and now she panted wanting more than I currently offered her. She lifted her body so that her hips met mine and even through my pants, I could feel the heat of her pussy.

I lifted my mouth from hers and she whined following my movements. “No.”

She froze and lowered her head back to the floor.

“Hands above your head.”

When her hands were in place, she looked at me with a new level of determination. I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but this was a start. I kissed over her body starting from her neck down. Each curve needed its own level of intensity to accompany my lips. Her neck, bitten. Swell of her breasts, massaged. Nipples licked, sucked, and pulled. Stomach, trails of my fingers. It made her giggle but then she moaned when I licked down her happy trail to get to the source of her heat. Just before I got to the crease of her good parts, I moved to her thighs. Groaning and gasping ensued. I smiled to myself as she whined for my mouth to grace her pussy. Not yet.

“You smell so fucking good.” I inhaled the heady scent of her arousal, not holding back the moan that resulted. “Fuck.”

My brain was fogged in a drug-like trance. It was hard to think, I could only react. I took off my shirt and the rest of my clothes went quickly behind it. She fidgeted, unable to deny her need for me.

“Please…” She begged.

I sat up on my knees stroking my shaft while admiring the woman laid out before me. “See what you do to me?”

She moved her hands to reach for me and I growled. Queue the whimpering. “Please!”

I spread her legs further apart and moved closer to her dripping sex. The nectar there would barely whet my appetite. I tapped her clit with my cock watching spasms consume her. She lifted her hips trying to entice me, it worked… but I held back. Instead, I got into position and began feasting. I watched as she threw her head back and her stomach dipped as she quivered for more. Her hands fisted the edge of the rug and she moved her hips to the rhythm of my tongue.

“I… ple… oh… gah… mmm… sh… don’… wai… I… oh please!”

I chuckled arrogantly as I sucked her clit hard. Her hands were lost in her hair and I allowed the momentary reprieve. She was close and exactly how I wanted her.

“Pull your nipples for me.” My voice was raspy and rough. I knew from experience that she loved it that way. She’d told me that it was an expression of how much I wanted her. I ached and if that’s what she understood, have at it.

Her hands massaged her breasts until she reached the peaks. She rubbed each between two of her fingers and pulled them away from her body.

“Good, girl.”

Her thighs trembled. And I lapped at her pussy until she was screaming.

“PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!”

“Cum.”

She exploded gushing onto my face and hands. I tasted every drop and before she settled I entered her body with mine. She came again and I pulled her closer to my hips before I leaned over her, pinning her hands back above her head. I stared into disoriented eyes I sought my pleasure. Deep, hard strokes met her wet, tight folds.

“Mine!”

“Yours!” She cried. “Yours! Oh please!”

I growled loudly as I took her harder. Something primal held a firm grip on my resolve and I submitted to it, dominating her in the process. My grip on her hips and hands tightened. I didn’t care about bruises. In fact, marking her created a buzz that hummed around us. Nothing but sexual lust could be felt and we were in too deep. Buried. Tingling started at the back of my neck and crept down to my lower back. I held it there as I became that much more lost into her.

“My, girl!”

“Yes! Yours! Sir, I’ll do better. I prom… ah! I promise!”

“I know… Fuck!” I came… hard!

Roaring her name and expletives, I collapsed onto her depleted form. Weak and feeble arms wrapped around me. After catching my breath, I moved to her mouth kissing her. She was still shaking and I pulled away to get a good look at her. She was tense and I knew immediately she was still on edge. I smiled.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I…”

“You…”

“I… I…”

“Yes, baby… you.”

“Please!”

I chuckled and withdrew from her before replacing my cock with my fingers. She gasped loudly. I sought her sweet spot and wiggled my fingers. She moaned and massaged that spot repeatedly, alternating with thrusts of my fingers. She was so close.

“I’ll get you there, needy girl.”

I kissed the spot behind her ear, lazily running my tongue there. Her grip on my shoulder tightened and she moaned indescribable noises right before she exploded once more.

I rolled to my side pulling her into my arms. Spent, she easily relaxed into my arms. I closed my eyes resting as well.

I awakened to a tray of food being placed at my side. She walked away but when she returned, she carried two wine glasses and a brand new bottle of wine. She sat beside me and kissed me.

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I'm Jade and I'm a closeted writer. I've been writing short stories and the likes since I was a young girl but kept all of those words for myself. I've been told a number of times that I write well and that I should publish. The thing is... you can't put yourself out there for that level of criticism unless you're ready. I had a small blog years ago but I failed to keep up with it because I wasn't as committed to my craft. Those days are long gone and here I am. It's take a while but I'm finally ready to make that leap.

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